i had a beautiful idea
[for a beautiful painting]
but then i let the idea die
[and the painting died as well]
and so now i am a murderer
[of beautiful painting(s)]
Just listen, and you'll hear the wind whispering its secrets to the trees.
A Little Hello
Hello, and welcome to my place where I write!
I recently started [like, in December] at first I was frustrated because I could never think of anything, but now I usually can. Or else I just wait for a couple days till I get an idea and then jot it down. Like the other day, I was sitting there doing math and I was like "Yes! I have the perfect idea!"
Haha, random, I know.
Some of my stuff may suck... alot. And some of it isn't even poetry, just random conversations. I like writing those, they show a glimpse of reality [or rather, a glimpse of another reality] But hey, feel free to criticize, it won't discourage me, rather, it'll help me.
So yes, enjoy!
About Me
- whispers
- I am 5'4 [short much?] I live in one of those places that's just the greatest. And uhm... I'd love to say more but at the moment I'm rather brain dead [that happens alot]
3 comments:
wow, this one is very beautiful. i'm so proud of my little sis.
Because you didn't paint it? Maybe you could try??
I really like your ideas... intriguing... :-)
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